"Tere Yun Pas rahne se Dil ko sukoon sa milta hai

Aesa Raabta bhi zindagi main Kismat se milta hai"

-by yours truly

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It's their wedding day, both couples are nervous but for different reasons.

Hooriya and Ibrahim were nervous about meeting after a long time while Almas was nervous about how his new bride will react, while Shameen was nervous about her future and the impending womanhood.

The wedding was beautiful and amazing, the couples' looks just made for each other.

Almas and Shameen sat on the left side couch, surrounded by friends and cousins who are teasing them.

While on the right side couch, the couple sat beside each other but they can feel the tension.

Hooriya is sitting beside him with the same red veil that has 'Ibrahim ki Hooriya' written on it. She can't see his face but she can feel him. They didn't talk much, nor did they touch food.

The guests moved away to eat food leaving the couples alone. Almas was bribing his wife who was still angry at him with all the food items present in the hall.

While Shameen like a true foodie who loves her food more than anything eats like she was starving.

She even didn't mind the guests, her husband gives her puppy dog eyes and pouted, giving the bowl of ras malai to her who take it with heart eyes.

"It so tasty...,"

She said with a mouthful, as he smiled hoping that she will forgive him but her next words broke his hope within seconds.

"Don't think you are forgiven for yesterday stunt dear husband... Food is love but revenge is best served cold so be prepared...,"

She winked at him who was looking scared for his life as he gulped and plopped a big gulab jamun in his mouth. Why waste a good gulab jamun even when you are in grave danger.

"Aur khao shadi Ka lado...Almas Shazir Khan,"

Almas and his love for gulab jamun is unexplainable just like his father. It's like the boys are mini replicas of their fathers.

......

While on the other side, Ibrahim and Hooriya sat in awkward silence.

They didn't touch their food just play with the food, their proximity is making their emotions jumbled.

They wanted to hug each other, cry and share their experiences without each other but this whole separation thing made things awkward and tense for them.

Hooriya felt a pricking sensation on her back, she hissed and tried to see what happens.

Ibrahim noticed her movement and understand that she was uncomfortable with something.

Hooriya tried to act normally while looking around to see for her mother or Badi mama to call them for help but they are busy with the guests.

She was still struggling with the heavy dupatta and the possible safety pin that was irritating her.

But before she can do anything she felt something, she felt his hand on her.

They both are tense at the sudden proximity but Ibrahim took a deep breath and helped her with the pin.

"Don't worry... We will do it,"

She looked at him from under the veil, he was looking ahead but all his concentration was on the work at hand.

She smiled peacefully, as she saw his handsome face after so many years.

He was more handsome, more muscular, and mature but she loved his expressions, the care, the passion, the adoration, and the love was still present in his eyes.

She knew that even that 5 years of separation is not enough for their love to be dimmed. This Vasl is much awaited, their Raabta is much stronger than ever.

Because they still can feel each other emotions without saying anything. If this isn't love then what is.

He removed the pin safely and beamed at his victory but was astonished at the beauty that was his wife. He mumbled Alhamdulilah and Ma sha Allah under his breath for this moment.

He leaned toward her and pecked her head that was still covered by the veil as he whispered the words she wanted to hear.

"Vasl Mubarak ho Ibrahim ki Hooriya...,"

His words made her smile, she was indeed at home, he was her home, her safe haven.

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Soon the function finished with a great romp. The functions and rituals were amazingly done and everyone was happy. The brides were taken to their husband's rooms.

Almas was impatiently waiting for his family to spare him and let him go to his room but it's like the elders are enjoying it.

"Mama... Badi mama please let me go... I am tired,"

That earned him the snickers around the living room. Taimoor shook his head at him while his mother's just rolled their eyes.

Faiz Khan, Shaheen beghum, and Fariha had already retired for the night.

Ibrahim was not anywhere in sight that made Almas more impatient but he didn't know that his Lala was not in his room.

Shazir and Parisa were also absent that made everyone suspicious about the situation. Finally, Taimoor took pity on him and send him but not without a final jab.

"Go to your room Almas... Your impatience is very entertaining but we have enough for this night... One lovesick Shazir is enough in the house, now I have two more to deal with...,"

Almas blushed red at his bade papa words and ran from there as the booming laughter followed him.

As he was approaching his room, he saw something shocking. His elder sister, Parisa with her 3 years old daughter Nawal and his father were camping outside his room.

"What are you doing here?"

He was irritated but he should have expected this.

"It's a tradition in our family that the sisters will take something from their brother before allowing him inside his from to meet his bride,"

Shazir khan do the honors of explaining this but his son's grim expression is too hard to miss.

"Then why are you here? You should have chased Lala not me... I am the younger one, also what are you doing here Baba? It's a ritual for sisters then why are you here?"

Almas was frustrated but when he addressed his father he emphasized the 'you' but look like Shazir Khan is ignoring the fact.

"Well, I am helping pari... She needs moral support so that's why I and Nawal joined her,"

Almas shook his head, as he turned toward her sister and niece.

"What do you want api?"

Parisa didn't decide so she pretended like thinking but then her eyes shine brightly.

"Can I have my favorite Pandora charms bracelet?"

Almas smiled as he knew his sister's obsession with that one specific thing, so he nodded his head making Parisa squealing in happiness.

"Done deal... You will have your gift soon and also a Disney princess bracelet for my Nawal princess... Ok baby?"

Nawal smiled at her Mas Mamu and pecked his cheeks. Almas was delighted to make his api and niece happy.

"Aree!!! You are leaving him this easily Parisa... That's not ok...,"

Shazir Khan again adds oil to the fire as he smirked at his son, trying his best to frustrate him because he can't do the same with Mir Ibrahim Khan, so he was trying his best with his son.

"I already knew Baba will say something like this so this is from both Ibrahim Lala and me...,"

He pulled an envelope from his pocket, and give it to Parisa who was curious but screamed happily when she saw the one-month vacation trip for her whole family.

The trip has all the European cities with a 3-week stay, and one week stay in Makkah for umrah.

"Thank you so much, Almas... I love you and Rahim so much... Have a beautiful life ahead... May you both have cute babies with their father patients and mother sassiness,"

They mumbled 'Ameen' but Almas supports a blushing face at the end. Shazir again opened his mouth but then his Parisa and Nawal princess dragged him away making Almas laugh.

"Hey... Leave me, princess... Nawal... Why are you doing this with Nana?... Baby,"

Almas turned toward his room as he took a deep breath before opening the door. He looked upward and was shocked and mesmerized at the same time.

There his beautiful wife sat on the bed, but not like any normal bride. She was sitting on the bed with her bridal attrite looking ethereal but busy eating chocolates.

She was so busy that she didn't notice his presence, he shook his head at her cuteness and fake coughed to get her attention.

"Hungry... are we?"

He whispered huskily as he sat beside her on the bed. She was shocked at the sudden voice and shied away from it for the first time.

He was lost in her beauty, he caressed her red cheeks and wiped the chocolate on the corner of her mouth with his thumb pad, and then lick it off while keeping eyes on her.

Her eyes went wide, she was surprised at his action, he was the shy one in this relationship. Then why he was acting all bold and brave while she was shying like a bride.

"You are looking so regal... I am blessed Alhamdulillah,"

She smiled at him but soon a frown come on her face, making him frown.

"What happened, baby? Why the long face?"

"Why did you do that with me, Almas? Why did you ditch me on our mehndi day? When it was you who called me...,"

He sighed in defeat, he should have known that his wife was not the one to leave a grudge so easily. He holds her hands within his, while her frown deepens.

"I am so sorry baby... I swear I didn't do it intentionally... I wanted to see you and meet you that's why I called you but Ibrahim Lala was panicking and he needed me, that's why I have to go... You know what they have gone through so I was just helping... I know it's my fault... I should have text you or leave a message but I was worried about Lala so I just leave the office... Sorry again baby...sorry Hayat,"

Shameen smiled as she looked at her husband, it has a nice ring to it. She squeezed his hands, assuring him that she understands him.

"It's ok Almas... I understand, you did the right thing by helping Bhai... I was just grumpy that you called me and then didn't meet me, I kind of missed you... So I am also sorry for not listening to you,"

She was so happy to know the real reason, the love this family had for each other is remarkable, they have a strong bond and they love each other unconditionally, and this made her love him unconditionally too.

"It's ok baby... I missed you too that's why I called you to the office, I just wanted to see you but luck was never on my side as my wife to be blocked me on our mehndi day,"

He tucked her stray hair behind her ears while caressing her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip driving him crazy with his heart desires.

"I am sorry for that too...,"

She pouted at him and her cute antics are not helping his already weak control. He swallowed hard at the naughty thoughts that flash through his mind.

"Jaan-e-Hayat ... Where are you lost?"

"Nowhere baby... I am lost in your beauty and your innocence... You are the epitome of seduction and innocence combined,"

She giggled at his words, as he smiled himself. They are now together, bound by a sacred bond that will connect them till eternity.

"You know Hayat... You are the only woman after my family that taught me the true meaning of love... The love I have for you... It cannot be explained in words... You are my skinny love... My unconditional love... My heart desire... I loved you since I don't understand the meaning of love... But now I am the most blessed person who was married to the love of his life..., My life, My Hayat,"

She smiled at him with a special shine in her eyes as she looked at him.

"I love you too Jaan-e-Hayat... And I will always love you...,"

He was numbed at the moment, she confessed her love to him for the first time, a burst of happiness and joy spread in his heart as he eyed the beauty in his arms.

She was indeed a blessing for him, she was just like her name, beautiful, peaceful, and lively. He leaned in to claim his wife but she put her palm on his advancing lips and looked at him with raised eyebrows. He saw a glimpse of his warrior wife, as she pushed him lightly.

"Uh ah... mister husband... No mushy stuff without my muh dikhai... First, give me the gift then we can think about proceeding further,"

He was anxious at her words, he was sure he bought a beautiful diamond set for his wife for this specific reason but he was also sure that he forget that on the penthouse.

He bit his lips as he looked at her sheepishly, making her gasp at the assumption she made.

"Oh, Allah miyan... Don't tell me you forget my gift, Mr. Almas Shazir Khan... I will kill you and skin you alive... How can you? Why my husband had to be so forgetful, he is like this on our wedding night, what will happen if he forgets me tears after?"

She was blabbering and cursing her starts for giving her an old soul as a husband who has weak memory and forgot to get her a wedding gift.

"Oh, drama queen... I didn't forget to buy you one... I just forget it at the penthouse... I will get it tomorrow... So can we please continue now?"

He explained but his sassy wife was not done with him as she huffed and puffed.

"Then we can continue tomorrow itself... Because without a wedding gift... I am not showing you my face,"

She pulled the veil down and he rolled his eyes at his wife's antics. She was a baby, a married baby at that.

"Hayat... Baby, I will go and get it first thing in the morning... It's midnight... Please have mercy,"

"No... Nope...NADA... first the gift then loving... This will teach you a lesson to never forget anything related to your wife ever again... Also I am naraz with you,"

He sighed in defeat, he knew she was not backing down so he just went towards her who was now sitting in the bed, and whispered near her ear.

"I am going to fulfill your demand... But the moment I came back... I am going to ravish my bride with just her wedding gift on and nothing else... So get ready to be thoroughly loved and cherished baby...I think you will forgive me after our long night of passion,"

He left smirking as he saw her tense body and red face. He was loving the effect his words had on her. She was a strong and independent woman but for him, she is a cute and adorable baby, his baby.

He drove to the office penthouse, careful of the house members, and get her gift which was safe in his room. He also gets her a beautiful white huge teddy bear and a bouquet of red roses.

Then he drives home to his wife of one day and true to his words he ravished her in just her wedding gift, all night long with many promises and commitments.

...........

It's past 1:00 am and Hooriya was still waiting for her groom to come to their room. She was waiting for him on the window seat, the place he specially made her because she loves to read while looking at nature.

She always comes to his room whenever she was missing him at night, no one but her Badi mama knew because they both always came to his room to feel his presence.

But here she is all alone on their wedding night waiting for him to come and take her in his arms to finish this separation.

Ibrahim was on the terrace of the white palace as he leaned over the railing, his heart was content but his mind was not at peace.

He didn't know how to react in her presence anymore. Will she be angry at him, or what if she didn't want to be with him?

This is so frustrating that he stood there for 3 hours on a cold night without any care. He just wanted some peace and his peace was waiting for him in his room but he was a coward.

He was still lost in his reverie when he felt a pat on his shoulder, he gets startled and turned toward his father. Taimoor knew the inner turmoil his son was feeling that's why he hugged him tightly.

Mir Ibrahim felt peace in his father's arms as he holds him tightly, crying all his miseries and agony out.

"Cry, Ibrahim... Take it all out, Mera Bacha...,"

Taimoor holds his son and feels the pain himself. He was also responsible for this because he was the one who put his precious children through this trial.

After a few minutes, Ibrahim stopped as he pulled away and Taimoor took his hand and made him sit on the chair, sitting beside him.

"Better now?"

He asked Ibrahim, who just nodded at him, with a weak smile.

"Why Baba? Why did this happen to us? It's all my fault, if I was not so possessive and jealous then nothing like this will happen...,"

Taimoor shook his head as he holds his son's cold hands giving him warmth both physically and spiritually.

"It was necessary Ibrahim... It was written in your and Hooriya fate... Nothing is changed, Bacha... You are just worried without a reason... That girl still loves you... Maybe more than before,"

"You think so?"

"I know so... This time is hard for you and her but you both passed through the storm and now it's time to live happily with your love... Don't give yourself more punishment,"

Ibrahim thought about what happened 5 years ago, he would have killed someone because he can't control his emotions for his Hooriya. That's what made him agreed to his father's decision, of separation.

FLASHBACK

Taimoor was so angry at Ibrahim for his stunt that he slapped him that day, 5 years ago.

He and Hooriya tears and her fearful eyes are the ones that ashamed him the most. Taimoor apologized to the boy family, even he dragged his son and told the boy family to do whatever they wanted with him.

But Shahzamaan handles the matter and Shazir handles Taimoor's anger.

Taimoor after cooling down calls Ibrahim to his office and told him the decision.

"I was always worried about your impulsive and jealous nature related to Hooriya... But today you crossed all limits, Ibrahim... You beat the boy without knowing the reason, because of you, Hooriya future should be destroyed,"

Ibrahim just looked down as her scared face was flashing in his eyes, he closed his eyes with regret. He was wrong but he can't control this.

"How are you going to help her be a strong, confident, and independent woman and doctor if you are going to jeopardize her career and social life at all the step she takes...,"